Sir Ferix looked at the large gate of the manor not far from him with a calm face. Although he had once lived in this place, he did not have many happy monts here. There were almost no noteworthy mories that made him feel like he wanted to return.
This place was more like a hell than a ho to him.
He would rather live a peaceful life with Elysia and his daughter in their own territory. The three of them could live a normal life without having to et any of the people in this place. Without having to worry about Munez’s machinations or any trouble that might arise from here.
Sir Ferix did not stand still for long and began walking toward the gate. The two guards who saw the two figures appear from the teleportation formation and approach wanted to stop them to ask for their identity.
However, when they finally saw Sir Ferix’s face, they stopped and showed a smile. But the avatar knew that their smile was more mocking than sincere.
"Welco to the Barevisk family manor, Elder Ferix," one of the guards said, but then he glanced at the avatar behind him. He slightly narrowed his eyes, as he had never seen this man before and wanted to ask his identity. However, Sir Ferix did not give him the chance, as he simply kept walking, trying to pass them.
But then the two guards blocked Sir Ferix’s path with their hands.
"Hold on, who is this person, Elder Ferix? I’ve never seen him before," the sa guard asked as he looked at the avatar.
"He is my personal guardian. I hired him last night since I didn’t have one. Well, I need soone to help in the team, right?" Sir Ferix said convincingly.
The guard still narrowed his eyes. The avatar’s face, at this mont, was hidden behind a disguise technique, showing the appearance of a middle-aged man. The guard could sense the avatar’s cultivation at the low pseudo-immortal establishnt stage. He couldn’t help but mock inwardly that soone like Sir Ferix could only find a guardian at this level.
Normally, mbers of the main family had enough resources to hire even a pseudo immortal cultivator. That was why the guard mocked Sir Ferix. After observing for a mont, the guard suddenly smiled.
"Then we have to check him. We are not sure if he has brought sothing dangerous into the manor, and his identity itself is dubious."
Hearing that, Sir Ferix frowned. "He is my guardian, and I guarantee that he is trustworthy and has not brought anything harmful into this place."
The guard still shook his head, firmly standing by his stance.
"I’m sorry, Elder Ferix, but this is the rule of this place. Although you know this man, we do not. We still cannot be certain if he is safe or not."
Sir Ferix frowned even deeper, feeling inwardly irritated. To think that even the re guards of this place dared to trample his dignity like this. If this were a normal procedure, he, as a mber of the main family, should have been given privilege. He, or anyone he brought in, should not need to go through any inspection by guards.
The guards must also know about this rule, yet they deliberately blocked his path and gave such excuses. Sir Ferix knew that these two guards only wanted to humiliate him.
He felt fuming inside. Although he had already fallen from his forr status, he was still a main mber of the family, the direct bloodline of the Barevisk family.
Did they think they could act freely just because Munez was behind them?
He would not yield before re guards.
He would give these two guards a lesson they would never forget.
But before he could do anything, the mocking expressions on the guards’ faces suddenly turned expressionless. They then opened a path for him. He was stunned when they suddenly kowtowed before him.
"My apologies, Elder Ferix. Please co in. We truly respect you as we respect our patriarch," they said, leaving Sir Ferix astonished. He couldn’t help but turn his head toward the avatar behind him.
"Just keep going, Sir Ferix. These flies are not worth your ti," the avatar sent through voice transmission. Sir Ferix instantly knew this was the avatar’s doing and nodded. He smiled as he stepped forward and entered the manor grounds.
After they entered, the two guards, who were still in a kowtow position, suddenly stood up and looked at each other in confusion. Why had they done that? They were conscious when they kowtowed, and at that ti, it had seed completely normal to bow before Sir Ferix.
But now, they felt disgust and humiliation as they realized they had just kowtowed to soone who had been cast aside by the patriarch. They could not understand why they had done such a thing. Looking toward the manor, where they could still see the backs of Sir Ferix and the avatar, they could only grit their teeth.
As Sir Ferix and the avatar walked inside the manor, the avatar carefully observed the place in detail. He had used a hypnotic technique on the guards so that they could enter quickly without attracting further attention that might lead to more humiliation.
’It seems Munez or whoever ordered those guards wanted to show their dominance and humiliate Sir Ferix. They just wanted to remind him of his place here,’ the avatar thought.
As they walked deeper into the manor grounds, passing beautiful gardens and pavilions, they drew attention from everyone who passed by. The sight of Sir Ferix within the manor was rare, and most had already forgotten the last ti he visited the main estate. So showed pity, so showed contempt, and so showed respect.
’Well, at least there are still so who respect Sir Ferix,’ the avatar thought.
Suddenly, Sir Ferix stopped walking when a young man approached them. He was a handso young man with short black hair, wearing noble attire. His cultivation was at peak pseudo immortal establishnt stage.
The young man seed slightly stunned when he saw Sir Ferix, but he quickly adjusted his deanor and continued approaching.
The avatar also stopped his steps and listened as the young man spoke to Sir Ferix, slightly bowing his body.
"You are finally here, Uncle. I’m glad to see you after so long. Father is already waiting for you on the training field with the team. We were only waiting for you, and now we’re good to go."
The avatar recognized the young man’s identity. He was Munez’s son, Diaz Barevisk, said to be his father’s successor and a genius cultivator deed more than worthy to be the next patriarch.
"Thank you," Sir Ferix replied shortly, walking past Diaz without looking at him again. The avatar followed closely behind and, for a brief mont, glanced at Diaz. Although this young man appeared polite and harmless, he knew it was all an act. He had already heard this son’s story from Sir Ferix.
A young man who appeared polite on the outside but was actually cunning and vicious within. He was the type of wolf in sheep’s clothing, hiding his true nature until the right mont. His pleasant words and refined deanor could fool anyone who did not know his real self.
Those who were aware of his true nature were few, and even within this manor, not everyone knew who he really was.
Sir Ferix had learned of Diaz’s true nature when he t him privately in the past. Since that ti, he understood how cunning and dangerous this young man could be.
However, for Aldrian, there was sothing else that caught his attention after eting Diaz in person. He felt an irritation when he was near him, a feeling he recognized all too well. It was the sa reaction his true body had whenever it encountered anything connected to those invader gods.
In Diaz’s case, it reminded him of when his real body had t Randolf and his group. That thought made him wonder whether this young man might be cultivating the sa technique as them.
After Sir Ferix and the avatar walked past Diaz, his polite expression turned cold.
’What a useless bunch. To think they couldn’t even hold that Ferix at the gate for a mont,’ he thought.
He had already said to the guards stationed at the gate, informing them that Sir Ferix would be visiting the manor. He had ordered them to delay him at the entrance and, if possible, humiliate him until he arrived. He had wanted to see that man’s humiliated face for himself and take the chance to disgrace him even further.
’Tch, ah well, whatever. Father’s plan cos first anyway.’
After that, he walked in the sa direction as Sir Ferix and the avatar.
The training field was a wide area located about fifteen minutes away from where they had t Diaz, on the western side of the manor grounds. When Sir Ferix and the avatar arrived, they saw many people already gathered there. From the number, it could be tens of them and all were cultivators at the immortal transition realm.
Sir Ferix and the avatar’s attention was drawn to one figure who seed to be in the middle of a conversation with several others.
’Munez Barevisk, we finally et,’ the avatar thought.
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